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May 2016
great-grandma Corinne was always doomed
to leave the room just before a big event

she was in the bathroom across
the hallway the day I was born
          
           she was in the supermarket across
           the street the day her husband died

as is my fate to wish for love
in the moments before i leave

but iā€™d take a lifetime of clocks
ticking two breaths behind

            to settle inside the cocoon of
            your mouth for a whisper of time
Jesse Osborne
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Jesse Osborne  Chicago
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   marina, ---, ---, Mouthpiece and ---
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